I see your name more than I hear it now. On my phone. On my screen. Little blue reminders that you still exist in a world that’s quiet without you. When I catch your voice in a clip, my memory betrays me takes me back to the sound of your laugh, the way it pulled me in, the way my body softened in your presence without even asking permission.   I miss how natural it felt to serve you. How your direction turned chaos into calm. I want you to tell me to drink water, to eat some